Page 33 of Your Coffin or Mine
Doyle clears his throat. “The castle has fifty-seven rooms in total, although one wing is in disuse. We even have a ballroom and a cellar.”
“Okay, that sounds cool.”
Doyle’s gaze softens toward me. “Yes, we can look at whatever you want tomorrow.”
“So, are you guys into cosplay? Is that why you’re wearing the whole Gomez Addams get-up?” I glance at Doyle’s suit that looks like something from a renaissance fair.
His cheeks turn red, but he nods. “Yep. That’s exactly what this is. Cosplay.”
“Eeeek! Awesome. Can I help? I don’t think anyone has ever done an immersive cosplay thing and that would be so cool. It’s too bad Halloween is already over, but honestly, who cares? It’sstill an amazing idea any time of the year, especially with the history of the place.”
“Socool,” Vlad says, staring down into his glass as he finishes it off.
Doyle is grinning like he won the lottery. “Right?! I think so too. Tell me, what would you expect from an immersive cosplay experience?”
Excitement flares in my chest. If I help them, this could be the coolest thing ever.What would Dracula have, anyway? I mean, other than a castle.
“Well, with the whole Dracula vibe you have going on, I think you should?—”
I flinch when Vlad takes my hand in his, the coldness of it shocking.
“Jeez!” Covering his hand with both of mine, I rub to make friction. “Why are your hands so cold? Maybe we should bump the heat up a tad more?”
“He has a heart condition,” Doyle says, before quickly shoveling a bite of his steak into his mouth.
My eyes go wide at the announcement.It didn’t seem like he had any kind of heart condition earlier when he was pulling an orgasm from my snatch like he was exorcising a demon.
I squeeze his hand lightly. “You have a heart condition?”
“I have an iron deficiency, not a heart condition.” Vlad glares at Doyle, who grins at me with a mischievous smirk and shrugs.
Weird much? But before I can say anything, Vlad is talking as if nothing odd is happening.
“Doyle, Aubrey tells me that her bath chamber isn’t working properly. It seems she lacks hot water.” His voice rolls over me and the birds in my stomach take flight again.Do male phone sex operators exist?
Doyle’s eyes flash with concern and I try to focus on what he’s saying. “I see. I’m sure I can get someone to fix the issue tomorrow.”
I nod in thanks as I finish my last bite of steak and sit back in my chair. “That was so good. You know, we should totally get some garlic bread going next time. That would set this off so well.”
Vlad clears his throat. “I’m sure that can be arranged. Would you like me to show you the bath now?”
“Okay.” Lead the way, sexy iceman.
We walk in silence,shyness and anticipation thrumming inside me and warming my cheeks as we make our way to his bedroom. I glance at the décor changing the further we go as he gestures toward a hallway I haven’t seen yet. The walls of it are unpainted and empty.
“What happened here?”
“We had to move some of the older antiquities to another part of the castle. We thought it best as most of it is old armor and weaponry,” he says, not breaking his stride. “And not very safe for guests.”
“Oh.”
He pauses at the end of the hallway and opens a door for me, letting me enter before him. I walk into the room and have to stop my jaw dropping at the size of the bed.
Vlad’s bedroom is just as gothic as the rest of the place, except the walls are papered a dark blue, and it smells like him, which means I am in trouble. His bedding is the same blue as the walls, with dark-colored furniture and a cream-colored sofa, giving it a masculine but cozy vibe. The massive four-poster bedis calling my name, made even worse by the way my body is warming up from not only his closeness, but because since he fingered me, I’ve been made hyper aware of just how long it’s been since I’ve been touched.
“It’s in here,” he says, oblivious to my issues, thank god.
I walk into this gothic-style bathroom, and I let my jaw drop this time. No joke. The castle walls are high and a pretty hunter green, matching the chairs and an accent rug near the tub. I gasp. Who the hell hangs a chandelier in the bathroom? What the fuck is this place?
